>be me
>nervously approach Misty with a wilted bouquet of flowers
>stutter and stumble through the most pathetic and beta attempt at getting a date ever
>she laughs, waves me off, and turns back to her friends
>she doesn't even say "no"; she just scoffs and dismisses me
>rage builds
>vision goes red
>tackle Misty
>slam her face on the concrete
>begin to unclip her stupid suspenders while she screams and cries through the blood seeping from her nose and mouth
>her friends do nothing; they're too surprised
>yank down her shorts, exposing her cute Psyduck panties
>she begs the crowd to help her
>no one does
>slam her face down again, nearly knocking her unconscious from breaking her orbital
>flip her over and tear off her shirt, exposing her bra
>now half naked, the dazed, gory Misty can only feebly attempt to cover herself
>lolno.jpeg
>I flip my cock out of the fly of my pants and grab a handful of her panties
>with a hard rip, she's left naked from the waist down
>she's bald and tight
>still no one jumps to her defense
>the men are watching closely - expectantly
>the girls are afraid they'd be next if they jumped in
>I begin to viciously rape Misty, which snaps her out of her torpor and she begins to scream, cry, beg, and after a few minutes, pray for a merciful death
>her bra goes sailing into the crowd shortly thereafter; she's now completely nude
>I rape Misty for almost twenty minutes to an enraptured audience
>she went catatonic well before that
>once finished, I cum onto her face and chest, then wash it off with a relieving piss
>I tuck my dick away and leave whistling; my nervousness is completely gone
>once I'm out of sight, a few people move in to see if Misty is OK
>she is never OK again
>Misty spends the rest of her life in a psychiatric hospital, drifting in and out of lucidity
>her moments of awareness are usually just hysterical sobbing or manic laughter
